Quotes About Emotion

I was playing for keeps and he was playing for fun.

I knew my name. So I let him know I knew it. 'Yeah,' I said in a voice very like mine. Mine but hollow, mine but it didn't matter because my stomach had swung into action.

I don't hate hardly ever, and when I love, I love for miles and miles. A love so big it should either be outlawed or it should have a capital and its own currency.

But how had I managed to end up at the destination of dead when that was never the direction I originally set off in? It's as if I tripped and almost fell into my own grave. My only intent was to feel better - which is to say, not to feel at all.

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

I want you to want me because you want me, not because of grief, not because he is not here. I want you to love me for me. I want you to kiss me first and not because you need me to help you, but because you need to kiss me.

His lips,his soft and amazing lips, touch mine and the world spins with a different kind of magic. This kind isn't evil or hard, but lovely and wild, and I melt into it. He melts into it too, I can tell. I can feel how much he loves me just but the touch of his lips. And it is a good love, a really good love.

There's no other word that comes close to describing how you make me feel. Nothing.

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I just think about how saying that you love someone can make your heart feel like some sort of brownie sundae, warm, gooey, sweet and good.

Fear makes us stronger, puts us on our toes. We've got to embrace it.

Her arms quiver from holding the bowl. She must truly love him to hold that bowl for so very long. There must be something isdeof him that is worthy of that kindness

Some things you never forget.

When I think of your name, I feel an ache.

You like me?" I repeat, because, well, I want to be really, really sure that I heard him right. This is not the sort of thing you want to get wrong. He nods and says, "Very much." "You like me very much?" He lets go of my hands and touches my check. "Too much." "Too much?" Trying to keep my voice calm, I say, "No such thing.

And do you admit that you have a bad temper, a cute car, and a nice girlfriend?" I hold my breath. "I have an amazing girlfriend," he says. And then he kisses me, which is, you have to admit, the perfect boyfriend thing to do. The kiss is soft and speckling like star promises in a night sky. I stretch into it, wishing that I could hold onto it forever, even though I know that kisses can't last forever—can they?

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It's not about surviving. It should be about love. When you know love...that's what makes this life worth it. When you live with it everyday. Wake up with it, hold on to it during the thunder and after a nightmare. When love is your refuge from the death that surrounds us all and when it fills you so tight that you can't express it.

Singing is just a feeling set to music.

I can't believe this is happening to me. The weirdest thing is it was just a dream, and now it's actually real. It's hard to believe sometimes.

Sometimes the truth feels good.

Contrary to what most people think, weeping isn't an uncontrollable emotion that spills into tears. It's the opposite, a channel for feelings, a way to divert them in a healthy direction.

She still held back her tears, as if subjecting herself to some terrible endurance test.

When a man is in love very little is enough to throw him into despair and as little to enhance his joy to the utmost.